and I wonder

and I wonder
do they go these
small petals
of my one small
flower, drifting
off into
fields and wind - they
love me, they
love me not, they
may have a
use for my singing mind
or I may
be a waste of
vocal range and
time, my
time I spend in
writing them and
minding where they land
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